For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?
The dead praise not YY , neither any that go down into silence.
Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of YY .
I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.
Return, O YY , how long? and let it repent thee concerning thy servants.
Then called I upon the name of YY ; O YY , I beseech thee, deliver my soul.